All Chapters of Satisfying the billionaire (mxm): Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

“Say something, Leo.” “I am,” I said quietly, my eyes still on the blank screen. “I’m thinking.” “About what?” Marcus asked. “About her,” I replied. “About what she did and what it means.” No one spoke for a second. Stephen rubbed the back of his neck. “If she spread everything across people, devices, networks ” “Then there’s no single place to destroy,” Marcus cut in. Hanna shook her head slowly. “So it’s just everywhere?” Grayson’s voice came low, steady. “Nothing is everywhere. Everything has a core.” I turned to him immediately. “Then we find it.” His eyes locked on mine. “We will.” But there was something softer under that confidence this time. Something uncertain. “What if ” Jamie hesitated, then pushed it out, “what if the core isn’t a place?” We all looked at him. He swallowed. “What if it’s a person?” Stephen exhaled slowly. “That’s not impossible.” Marcus frowned. “You think she made someone the center?” Stephen didn’t look at anyone else this time. He looke

“Stay with me.” Grayson’s voice hit me first. His hand tightened around mine like he was refusing to let me drift away from him. “I am,” I said quickly, fingers curling around him. I needed that grip more than I wanted to admit. But my eyes still betrayed me. They moved back to her. Just there. And somehow, that made it worse. Like something deep inside me was whispering: you know this. “No,” I breathed, barely hearing myself. Grayson’s thumb brushed over my knuckles, grounding me. “Stay with me.” “I said I am,” I replied, but my voice didn’t sound as steady as I wanted. The woman tilted her head, watching me like she could see through every layer I was trying to hold in place. “You feel it, don’t you?” Grayson stepped forward instantly, placing himself slightly in front of me. “Stop talking to him,” he said sharply. She didn’t even look at him. “That connection,” she continued calmly. “That recognition. You can’t explain it. But it’s there.” My chest tightened. My grip

“I’m right here. Don’t drift away from me.” Grayson’s voice wrapped around me, low and steady, pulling me back before I could disappear too far into the silence. “I’m not drifting,” I said, but it came out weaker than I meant. His grip tightened around my hand. “Yeah, you are. Stay with me.” “I’m here,” I insisted, though my eyes kept pulling toward the screen. “Leo,” he warned softly. I forced myself to look at him. “Okay I’m here.” “Good,” he murmured. “Don’t leave me like that again.” “I didn’t go anywhere.” “You did,” he said quietly. “I felt it.” My fingers tightened around his. “ I’m okay.” “You sure?” His thumb brushed against my skin, grounding, patient. “ not completely.” Behind us, Marcus exhaled. “I still don’t get it. You didn’t override anything.” “I didn’t,” I said. “You didn’t shut it down either,” he added. Stephen stepped in, arms folded. “He didn’t fight it.” Hanna frowned. “Then what did he do?” I hesitated. “I just talked.” Stephen shook his head.

I wasn’t supposed to be in his office. That was the first thing I told myself when I pushed the door open and found it empty. Grayson had called me twenty minutes ago, told me to meet him here, told me he’d be back shortly. So I waited. I sat in the chair across from his desk like a good boy and stared at the ceiling and tried not to think about how much I hated waiting. Five minutes passed. Then ten. I pulled out my phone. No new messages. I stood up, stretched, walked to the window. New York sprawled below us, indifferent and enormous, all glass and grey and movement. I pressed two fingers against the cold window and watched a cab cut across three lanes like it owned the entire city. That was when I knocked the folder off his desk. I didn’t mean to. My elbow caught the edge and it slid off clean, papers fanning across the floor like a hand of cards. I cursed under my breath and crouched down to gather them, stacking them quickly, not reading, not looking, just collecting. Then

I stared at the message until the screen went dark. Then I stared at the black screen. Then I shoved the phone into my pocket and started walking because standing still felt impossible. My feet carried me through the crowded New York pavement without any real direction, past coffee shops and suited strangers and yellow cabs splashing through puddles, and I just walked. Like if I moved fast enough I could outpace everything sitting heavy in my chest. I couldn’t. It followed me the whole way. By the time I realized where I was going I was already outside Max’s building, my knuckles raised to knock before my brain had officially made the decision. The door swung open thirty seconds later and Max took one look at my face and stepped aside without a single word. That was the thing about Max. He always knew. I walked in and sat on his couch and stared at the coffee table and said nothing for a long moment. Max disappeared into the kitchen. I heard the kettle click on. Cupboards open